My mother sits me down, her eyes so full of concern. She
tells me that life is hard, things are always difficult, it’s an uphill battle.
My heart aches as I look at her lined face and swollen eyes. I wonder how
things can go so wrong, how someone can love you one day and forget your name
the next. I put my cold hand on her warm one. She warns me to be careful, to
guard my heart, to build walls, set defences for the heartbreak that will
surely come.
For just the smallest of seconds I am afraid, I doubt myself,
I distrust the way I feel so powerfully. I suddenly curse the way I love so
uninhibitedly, so utterly and without reservation. I fear for the way I give my
heart away without thinking twice.
She looks into my eyes and I swear she can see my fear because
she smiles and gets up. I see the sadness she carries in every pore of her
skin, in every beat of her heart. Before she leaves the room she tells me one
last thing, the most important thing she has ever told me:
‘Nothing is ever easy…except in love. When you are in love,
everything is easy.’
No comments:
Post a Comment